To fit your fancies to your father’s will;
Or else the law of Athens yields you up,—
120 Which by no means we may extenuate,—
To death, or to a vow of single life.
Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love?
Demetrius and Egeus, go along:
I must employ you in some business
[125] Against our nuptial, and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
[127] Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. [Exeunt all but Lysander and Hermia.